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... tanding, it was nothing short of miraculous.

Magic doesn't appear out of thin air, and it certainly doesn't work just by chanting a few fancy words.

The reason sorcerers can cast spells is because they borrow magical energy—mana—from higher planes of existence or powerful dimensional entities.

But all borrowing comes with a price, doesn't it?

Sure, the mana they draw lets them bend the rules of reality and toy with the laws of physics. But sooner or later, they mu ...

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